The Neighbor’s Secret Reward
Maite walked home from the institute, the winter air crisp against her skin. As she neared her front door, she spotted Don Jorge standing on his porch. He looked solitary, mentioning that his wife had just left for a work trip to another state. A spark of mischief lit up Maite’s eyes; she had always found the older man captivating, and the timing felt perfect.
When she reached him, a simple greeting turned into something more. Don Jorge’s hand slid firmly around her waist, pulling her close. He whispered an invitation into her ear, suggesting she step inside for just a few minutes. Maite didn’t hesitate. Inside the quiet of his living room, the tension between them thickened. They shared glasses of orange juice, but the conversation quickly shifted from school grades to the chemistry simmering between them.
“What do you want as a reward for being such a good student?” Don Jorge asked, his voice low and suggestive. Maite didn’t answer with words. Instead, her gaze dropped to his lap. The invitation was clear. Don Jorge stood before her, discarding his belt and zipper with a practiced ease. When he revealed himself, Maite felt a surge of heat. She stepped forward, her lips meeting him with a hunger that had been building for weeks.
She took him into her mouth, savoring the size and the warmth. She worked with a passionate intensity, using her tongue and lips to drive him toward the edge. Don Jorge groaned, his hands gripping her hair as he urged her on, calling her his little reward. Maite loved the power she held in that moment, the ability to reduce a grown man to a state of pure, shivering pleasure. As he reached his peak, she opened her mouth wide, welcoming the hot release of his climax, drinking every drop with a smile of satisfaction.
After cleaning him with lingering licks, Maite helped him dress, though she couldn’t resist asking if he wanted to take her fully. “Not today, little one,” he chuckled, “I’ll call you later.” He gave her a playful slap on the backside as she hurried home, leaving her breathless and craving more.
Back in her room, Maite tried to focus on her homework, but her mind was still in Don Jorge’s living room. Her thoughts were interrupted when her stepfather entered without knocking. He was a stern man who viewed her as his own personal plaything, and today, he looked displeased. He demanded she come to the living room to discuss her “bad behavior” regarding her late arrival over the weekend.
Maite tried to charm him, climbing onto his lap and kissing his face with a mimosa voice, pleading for his forgiveness. However, he remained as cold as stone. He decided on a punishment that felt like a death sentence to the sensation-seeking girl: a fifteen-day ban on all sexual activity. “No cock for two weeks,” he declared firmly. Maite gasped, devastated by the prospect of abstinence, but she knew better than to argue. As he left the house, she was left alone with her longing, counting the seconds until her punishment ended and the surprises he promised would begin.